DISCLAIMER: Did I mention that I don't own Charlie's Angels or any of the characters associated with said show. They belong to lots of other people, including Aaron Spelling - and Charlie. I'm also not making any profit from this in anyway, shape or form. Disclaimer done.
NOTE: This is based on the original series from the seventies with the real Angels. This follows the events of Hours of Desperation from Season Two.
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"Then, why did you choose to mention this particular song title?" Again with the smug arch of the eyebrow.

"Because that's what's playing," Kelly retorted, picking up another bottle of perfume, lightly spraying it, then sniffing the aroma in the air. "I couldn't very well blurt out You Don't Have To Say You Love Me."

"Why not?"

"Because that's not the title of the song." A salesgirl caught Kelly's eye, moved towards the counter.

"Why don't I have to say I love you?" persisted Sabrina.

Kelly spotted the salesclerk approaching, quickly grabbed Sabrina by the elbow, steering her away from the perfume counter. "You don't."

Sabrina stopped dead center in the middle of the aisle, raised both eyebrows this time. "Don't I?"

"No. You don't."

"Then, why did you mention it?" she noticed several shoppers struggling to pass by them, resumed walking at a casual stroll so as not to draw a crowd.

"It's a song title." An exasperated sigh. "I was using it as an example."

"Ah." A slight moment of silence as they walked side by side, shoulders and hips occasionally brushing. "But, why did you happen to choose that particular song?"

Kelly reached out, grabbing Sabrina's elbow, twirling her around to face her. "Okay, then. What would your response be if I had said Have You Seen Her?"

"Of course I have." Given without the slightest hesitation. "We left Jill on the first floor, trying on bikinis."

Kelly stopped, cocking her head to listen to the music coming over the loudspeaker system. "I think you mean There's A Bad Moon on the Rise, sweetie."

"No, I mean there's a bathroom on the right." Sabrina grabbed Kelly's hand, pulling her along to the women's restroom. "Come on, I've gotta go."

Kelly rolled her eyes as she was pulled in tow. "You're incorrigible, you know that?" She asked as they disappeared through the swinging door. To her relief, the restroom was empty.

"No, I'm in Los Angeles." A silly grin, followed by a waggling of eyebrows. "Would you care to join me?" she asked, hooking her fingers into the waistband of Kelly's pantsuit, placing a tender kiss on soft lips, her tongue darting into Kelly's mouth, then quickly withdrawing. Taking a step backwards, she disappeared into one of the stalls, closed the door behind her.